There are moments that all folk will be a part of, moments of pure terror, horror, pain, and passion. In those moments the folk who survive them were convinced that it would never end and that such times would lost till the ends of days. But what if something greater did come to pass?

What if, in that moment, as the people laboured beneath the yolk of the Vampire Princes, and all seemed lost, as darkness claimed the hopes and dreams of all men, there appeared a light. An end to the blackness. The hope of a new world to come. The hope of freedom, of justice, of redemption. 

Those who remember that day will always say that the light was a man, a man of startling beauty, an angel. They remember the light that radiated from his very being and the thunder in his voice as he drove back the shadows. They remember the coming of Kane. 

It began in small moments, like the guardsmen who gave their lives for a young maiden to hurl herself at Edward, Son of Zachaeus, Heir to the Kingdom. To those who lived in that moment there was nothing but confusion and dismay as men who had been friends, comrades, nay brothers-in-arms, turned on each other and fought until their blood stained the floors. And even when they had been pierced by a dozen cuts they fought on, their cries ringing throughout the halls. "God wills it!"

Those small moments began to come closer together. The Human King, father of Emily, The Girl Who Saved Edward, was among the first to realize it as he rode forth from the Vampire stronghold. Here and there he saw vicious skirmishes as soldiers turned on their comrades and the clash of steel sounded throughout the fortress. He rode to save his life.  

The clatter of his horses hooves had been loud in the archway and they turned to a dull thud as he rode out onto the drawbridge. Two guardsmen were shoving a third into the moat and they watched with detached interest as he was dragged under instantly by the weight of his armour, his last screams of despair becoming nothing more than bubbles and silence. The King was still staring at the scene in horror when he felt the tip of a knife drive up under his armpit. He had a brief moment of time to stare in wonder at his own bodyguard, the mans eyes looked alive, a fierce joy dancing within. 

"Go with god." The man whispered, and then died as the Kings remaining bodyguards dragged him from his horse and slaughtered him in the archway. He never screamed, nor even whimpered, but a smile remained on his face as he gazed skyward until they hacked his head off. The King died before they could carry him from the drawbridge.

Like tiny rocks that begin an avalanche, the chaos spread into the city. Soldiers, long used to patrolling quiet streets and a cowed populace, suddenly found themselves fighting desperately for their lives as roving mobs took to the streets.

"Kane! Kane! Kane!" The chant echoed throughout the cobblestones and Vampires died in their hundreds as the sun burst through the clouds and mobs stormed the palatial homes of the undead. Fires began to burn unchecked throughout the city as fire crews fought each other with axes and knives, never really knowing why.

Throughout it all, there was Kane, or so the people said. He was said to be twenty feet tall with great white wings and a voice like thunder. Hundreds sore they had seen him, had knelt with him, and been blessed by him. Some lied. Others did not. In the end, it did not matter, for in that moment chaos was consuming the city, and that chaos was Kane.